Collect Your Thoughts:

Your mind is eating up memories
Which is feed three times a day,
Breakfast lunch and dinner
And it always goes that way.

In any given moment in time
Your mind must make a choice,
To snap the picture coming in
Or stop and hold your horses.

It's all up to those two eyeballs
To tell us whatever it is they see,
All those precious little happenings
Only they could hardly ever believe.

When that drawn out final soluton
That sheer glance upon the eyes,
All of that information collected
Is tightly locked inside my mind.